AN/ Hello all! I've decided to try out NirCele's drabble challenge as a way to get the creative juices flowing, and to get into the heads of Canon characters and OCs who make appearances in Lament of the Dunedain. It'll kind of be like hidden scenes :)
Enjoy!
It was just that kind of summer day, the kind that dripped with lazy, golden honey, where my butts were mere watermarks upon the azure expanse of the afternoon sky. A hazy, lustful, muggy day.
The taste of fresh blueberries lolled upon my tongue. Halbarad's strong musk of sweat and leather filled my nostrils, sending my head spinning into a daze. We were lying, utterly spent, beneath the boughs of a majestic evergreen tree, and had been since he'd stolen me away from the crops of wheat that stretched out in the fields below us. With relish, I listened to my father's imperious shouts from down below, calling my name, swearing, and making half-true threats. I laughed. Halbarad chuckled, his lips stained purple from the blueberries we'd feasted on.
hose lips, he knew, were what roped me into abandoning my duties for the afternoon. Those lips had stolen me, heart, mind, and soul, and he used them to taunt me, to reel me in, to weaken my resolve, until I was his and his alone. We'd spend hours beneath this evergreen tree, sneaking away from training sessions, away from harvesting, away from celebrations and funerals and town meetings so that we could lie here together, so I could become utterly his.
I hadn't a care in the world for any of those things anymore.
And it was all because of those thieving lips.